March, 20th 2011
John Chuks has rehearsed the scene in his head over and over again the night before, the scene of how he was going to die and who would be responsible for his demise.
He waited till 2.00 pm then he set about ensuring his smooth execution.
Firstly, he tidied his apartment which had not been cleaned for one week so he could clear it of the stench of sorrow. Then he brushed his teeth, and took his bath, the first in five days. As soon as he stepped out of the bathroom, the marble floor caught him off guard as he slipped but held on to the curtain to steady himself.
‘This is not part of the plan’, he smiled, uneasily, for the first time since that fateful day when he lost everything dear to him.
After he dried himself up, and creamed his body, he brought out his Armani suit that has been selected for him a month back in one of the most expensive boutiques in Lekki. For the first time in his life, he took his time to dress up. He has always been an impatient person. It started when he came out of his mother’s womb two months before due time and has survived everything but these.
Glad he was making progress and not leaving any stone unturned, he turned on the stereo and set his favorite track ‘forever’ from the latest album of one of his favorites artiste Psquare on auto replay. Then he started his signature dance that looks like a kangaroo trying to dance salsa. The dance he promised he was going to display on the occasion that never was. He laughed at himself, his first in days.
It suddenly dawned on him, that he was enjoying the moment that he almost forgot the main thing. Quickly he went back into his bedroom to fetch the little box containing the diamond crusted ring that he wanted to surprise her with. Beside it lied the drugs with which he was going to use to end his misery.
He walked back slowly into the living room and danced some more but was interrupted as the power went off.
‘NEPA! I won’t let you ruin this one too’
He sat down and gently opened the little jar containing the drugs when a knock at the door interrupted him again, but he kept quiet and listened for another knock but none came then he tried to pour the capsules into his palms as another knock jolted him and the bottle crashed to the floor spilling its contents.
He sat back motionless as the knock persists.
‘Johnny! Please open up, I know you are inside’, a desperate feminine voice from outside begged.
He just looked into an empty space.
‘Please, hear me out, I beg in the name of God’
As if jolted from his reverie, he got up angrily and walked to the door. He opened it and revealed a young lady of about twenty-seven years with one of the most charming lips and sparkling eyes that could arrest a soul.
‘So you know who God is?’ he held the door ajar, and she bent her head, and he continued, ‘what do you want Adanma?’
She looked up at him and smiled.
‘An opportunity to right your wrongs’ He laughed hysterically
‘I see you are wearing the suit I choose for you’, she said.
‘For our supposed wedding’, he retorted sarcastically and she kept quiet as she stared at him for an understanding.
‘Please can I come in so we discuss this inside?’
He contemplated letting her inside. After a while he made way for her to enter as his thoughts drifted back to when his life was much sweeter.